At Least They're Committed

Silly, silly creatures. Even at this stage of life they watch. From across the room, across the bus, across the street, across the restaurant. Do they think that an extra 15, 20, 30 feet of distance renders them invisible? Most people aren’t so naive, most are cognisant of time, space and place realize, hello! the person you’re staring at can see you! 

For anyone who has ever been attacked or is at least aware of his or her surroundings, it’s not too tough to pick up on the subtle movement of the watchers. Men or women; random or relative.

But this one this morning was a little different. He was walking the same direction as me but on the other side of the 16th Street Mall; and he stared. I gave the requisite, “OK, I see you looking, so look away!” glance not once but twice. He continued to blatantly stare, seeming more agitated than amused by what he saw. A man my age, graying slightly with wire rim glasses and a blondish goatee. He could have used to lose 10 pounds, in my opinion, but otherwise, eh, he was fine. I’m not looking and I’m not easily impressed. No matter, as I crossed to the other side of the street (my usual route from the bus), the man’s palor went pale, nearly gray and he scooted, yes, scooted across to the side I’d been on, glancing back again and again as if to ensure I did not follow.

Oooooh, now that makes a difference, doesn’t it?! Does he see me? I mean, really see me? Perhaps he does. Fun! Seems that my good old buddy Earl “Pops” died soon after I saw him last. Pity about that. Seizures suck. But there’s always another, isn’t there? And maybe this is it. I mean, I have so little to look forward to, I deserve to play. Or is that prey?

P.S. Happy Birthday DSII!!! You are my sun, my moon, all the stars in my sky. You are myyyyy precccciiiioooouuuuusssss!!